Another doodle along my path of appreciation for human BBWs/SSBBWs. This is going to continue for awhile. But for now, enjoy this picture and a short story I wrote for it!

Jahnishu sighed with discontent as she stepped into her hut, exhausted from a long day of eating far more than a woman like her should eat. The perpetual light of her mystical tiki torch
made her home warm and inviting. The woman, clearly over 350 lbs, gave her soft and scrumptious belly a pat. Looking down upon her swollen assets sent her loins on fire with passion,
those breasts were clearly much larger than what women carry in other lands. But the lack of modesty, which was only maintained by some hand woven and tattered ceremonial garbs, made
her out to be a woman of tribal origin. This particular tribe valued food and large bodies above all else, so naturally, Jahnishu felt left out by not being as big as some of the other men and
women. Every day was a day where her vision was dominated by views of enormous tits bouncing lewdly and threatening to turn into soft fatty pendulums. Every day was a day where her
vision was dominated by bellies soft and ripe, where they too threaten to slap upon the laps they hang over. Every day, was indeed, dominated by wide hips, huge asses, and thighs that
would make a wild chicken blush, each one bouncing with no regard for restraint. So much jiggling beauty all around her, yet she was one of the smallest members of her tribe. Being the
Witchdoctor, she felt ashamed. She doubled her food intake, but it wasn't enough, even if the hunters and foragers worked on overdrive every day to provide an excess of food in the
massive food stores.

Jahnishu wanted so bad to attract the fat jiggling hunks of her tribe, and perhaps the women too, for some real fun. She wanted to be worshipped like the hourglass goddess she was.
The study of mysticism wasn't easy, but she managed to make progress in the way of body manipulation hexes. This form of magic was considered forbidden and all but impossible for a
normal Witchdoctor to cast. But, she kept studying it and doing all she could to learn it. The first step was immersing herself in her body and its size, to fully obsess over it. To think about it
constantly and without any shred of restraint. The hefty woman slowly walked to her meditation area, where she stood every day to meditate and become one with her body after a day
of excessive gluttony. Each step send waves of rippling flesh up her chunky thighs, as her breasts flopped about. The overweight witchdoctor couldn't stop looking at herself as she got
into position. Her eyes surveying her magnificent tits, while her hands surveyed her body in a tactile sense. Her obsession for all things fat was what landed her the title and position
of Witchdoctor. But it has grown out of control. To Jahnishu, every jiggle, bounce, and lewd undulation of her body was a call for more food, for more magnificent curves. As she stood there
to meditate once again, surrounded by her incense candles, she felt every inch of her body. She felt the weight upon her feet. She felt her heaving and heavy breasts. She felt a gentle
breeze caress the expanse of her bulging ass. Today was the day she would immerse herself 100% in fatness! The beautiful Witchdoctor vowed to grow huge using her powers.

The next step was to eat as much as possible every day. It was a rough step in the way of body manipulation hexes. The calories consumed would be stored in her "spirit", and then could
be channeled into her staff, then into her mouth. Naturally, being human, she couldn't immediately gain weight. But as the days rolled on, and the rolls on her grew thicker, she began to
feel a renewed sense of hope. 50 pounds heavier after a month of very intense "training", she sauntered once again into her hut. Jahnishu felt very horny, and she had no choice but to 
step on her weighing device. A strange thing built over a pair of square pits in the wooden floor. One could say that it was a two way scale made up of animal hide, rope, wood, and a 
bunch of special rocks that are always used to weigh tribe members. The areas one would stand on was like a soft hammock, and it felt comfortable under her feet which carried over 400
lbs of delicious woman. The device creaked and creaked, inching downwards under the weight of the hefty Witchdoctor. She groped at her breasts and gave them a monumental fondle,
letting out a loud moan as if she orgasmed then and there. Her work was paying off, but the excess calories she consumed were being stored in the metaphysical nature of her "spirit".
Stepping off of the device, the hefty and beautiful woman, who's various parts had no regard for sitting still, walked over to her meditation area. Lighting her incense candles, and taking up
her staff, she began the final step of the process of using the supposedly impossible magic.

Every day was a day where Jahnishu looked at her body and examined it in the reflection of the river, truly no other member of her tribe came close to her obsession. She was in a state
of constant bliss and appreciation towards large bodies, especially her own. She was ready! The lewd stares she gave herself sent waves of passion throughout her body as she lifted up 
her staff, closing her beautiful blue eyes and chanting one word: "Fat..."

Repeatedly, she chanted, as if calling out to her body fat to grow and to be nurtured. A blush grew upon her plump cheeks as she felt indescribable pleasure overwhelm her in an instant!
Waves of desire tingled through her fat as her staff glowed a ghostly green, the spectral trail of energy worming its way into her mouth as she gulped down whatever the substance was.
It tasted delicious, almost like a tangy melon straight from the jungle. Now all she could think of was "fat", which she chanted in her head as the fruits of her labors became reality. The floor
creaked in protest as her scrumptious body throbbed from excess nurturing, the pounds piling on faster than a mere month could offer. She felt her tits inch forward and drape over her
belly which also attempted to win a race against those swelling funbags, but to no avail. Her gut managed to provide soft and supple support for those magnificent breasts as they inched
forward, aerola beginning to stretch larger upon the tips of those soft floppy blimps. That belly was always there to "catch" those boobs before they threatened to slap her lap. However,
her ass was another story. She felt both of those soft cheeks rubbing together as each one grew one inch, and then the other cheek grew another inch, the surge of sudden sustenance
went all the way to her thighs as well. A wild chicken could never have thighs like these, as she felt tires of her beautiful dark skinned fat growing as folds began to form in her flesh. Her
already heavy lower body grew heavier, as those hips surged outwards more and more, looming over both sides of her incense candle circle on the floor. In fact, her ass and tits did the
same thing, breaking over this "finish line" that was formed by them. Each gulp of that strange ectoplasm was another bite of pleasure in her loins as she grew extremely, and I mean
extremely, fat! Even her FUPA, the upper area of her soft pussy, started inching forward, providing more cushion for the soon to be very happy fat men of her tribe. The insane amount
of pleasure made her completely moist down there. Jahnishu never imagined this kind of joy in her life, it's as if gaining weight was truly a gift from the gods! Abundance like this was fit
for worship!

With one final gulp, the hex wore off, and the floor bent downwards from her weight. It creaked as Jahnishu took a few steps, shuffling her form to examine herself. It was breathtaking. A
single motion sent her boobs flopping one way, and then the next. She swayed her butt and gave it a good slap of appreciation, letting out a loud moan that easily beat the one from earlier.
Extending her soft and thick arms, she held her beautiful belly in her hands. Her boobs were in the way so she couldn't see it, a sight that could make her orgasm on its one, but her belly 
button dipped inwards to form a "+" shape, the two side folds extending across her waistline. The hefty woman giggled and danced for joy, the floor in need of serious reinforcement as it 
easily warped under her weight. She heard the lewd slapping of her boobs and belly upon her lap as she danced. Everything about her new body, including those sounds, would be a
part of her reality for the rest of her supersized life.

Jahnishu, with renewed happiness upon doing the impossible, sauntered on over to the village.

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